As ever, time moves on. We hadn't seen as much of Lucy in person since she went to the spa with Lou in July, mainly because she had moved away after the divorce. We still spoke and exchanged messages, photos, and videos frequently. Having sex with Lucy was still going to happen; it was just a matter of when, not if. Some organising would need to happen!

It was a late August day. We had returned from holiday the day before, and Lexi had gone to visit my sister. Lou announced that we needed to have a conversation about our “arrangements”.

We sat at the kitchen table, Lou with one of her trusty notebooks that she always seemed to have when she wanted a serious chat.

“I cannot sugar coat this: I said that I didn't want to sleep with other men, but my horizons have changed. What I thought I knew about myself has been destroyed. I want to try so much more. I want to suck different men off, I want to feel unknown dicks sliding into my pussy. I want to be used, fucked, and destroyed. However, know that I'll always come back to you. Is that too much? Have I gone too far?”

I considered what she had told me for at least a couple of minutes. I thought about it, and I then took her hands in mine. “I have to admit I have thought about you with other men. Fuck, you're willing to share me with other women; it's only fair that I share you. One promise though. No secrets; if we do this, we are open and tell each other everything.”

Lou kissed me, sealing the deal. I didn't know if she had any plans, any specific men in mind. I guess that would follow.

“I have started to embrace my kinky side rather than suppress it, as I have done for so long. There are so many things I still want to do with you, do to you, and have done to me. Top of that list is, of course, for you to fuck Lucy. It’s only fair, as I have already been with her. For that first time you have her though, we take her together!”

“We also have to discuss Polly. She still keeps sending me the odd picture or video... I do agree with you, we need to cuck her. Maybe cuck is the wrong term. We need to... I don't know what we should do. Whatever we do though, not here, not at home.” I agreed, and it had been on my mind as well. We were due to go away the following weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary. It was I who suggested we take her with us; Lou readily agreed.

“I want to try so much more, but this list we make, our bucket list, our ‘fucket list’” — she wrote that down and underlined it three times — “must be made together. We need to discuss and agree on what we want to do, don’t want to do, boundaries, and safe words!”

“Safe words? What’s happened to you? At the beginning of the year, a safe word to you would have unlocked our bank account!” I laughed.

Lou was wandering around the kitchen; she couldn’t sit still. I think she had been storing this conversation up for a while now, and with that, the dam burst.

What she then said absolutely floored me.

“Lexi turns me on. I have fantasised about having sex with her, of me fucking her... I can't help it. I saw her playing with herself at Christmas. I want to eat her pussy!” She dropped into the chair opposite me and buried her face in her hands.

I couldn't believe what she was saying... I had to make things better. I took her hands in mine and kissed them. “Shhh, it's OK, there's something you should know. Firstly, I have those same feelings, I see her prancing around in her underwear and it drives me mad. Fuck, have you seen her? Have you seen what she wears, how she styles herself. I want to pull those pigtails as I fuck her from behind!”

Lou looked at me, and a faint smile played on her lips. “I want to use them to pull her face into my cunt.”

There was something else that Lou needed to know. “She has watched us having sex. I've seen her at our door as we have been fucking. Her hand in her underwear, going to town on herself. Any time she is home from uni she has been watching."

“Fuck, she was watching MILF porn when I... fuck!”

That's how we spent our Saturday morning: writing a list of experiences we wanted to share and learning secrets about ourselves that we never thought we would reveal.

We needed to get out, get some air. In the early evening, we decided to go for a walk. We are fortunate to live on the edge of the countryside. Across from our garden is a farmer’s field followed by a forest. It's very out of the way, so not many people come here; quite often we walk for hours and see no one. It was one of the reasons we bought this house in the first place.

We had been walking for about an hour when I realised I needed to pee. I made my excuses to step behind a fallen tree when Lou smiled and asked why.

“Have you already forgotten that list we made this morning? You said you wanted to try golden showers!”

I was surprised, to say the least. “What, here? Now?”

“Why not? It will save on the cleaning after all. Perhaps, as we are not at home, not all over me. Why don't I help you out?”

She stood behind me and unzipped me, taking my dick out. I relaxed and the pee started to flow; Lou held my cock in one hand and caught some in her other, lifting it to her mouth. The stream finished, and rather than shake my cock, she knelt in front of me and popped me into her mouth and licked all around. I was starting to get hard too. “Not yet,” she smiled as she put my penis away.

“Anyway, I need a piss now!” With that, she pulled her knickers down and off, passing them to me. Stepping back to lean against a tree, she pulled her skirt up to her waist.

Looking at me, she told me, “It’s alright for you lot with dicks!” She looked around, then pulled me closer to her before squatting down. “Give me your hand,” she said.

Lou guided my hand to her pussy and began to pee; the golden flow warmed my hand as I slipped my middle finger inside her. Lou kept peeing, now with a look of pleasure on her face as I slowly fingered her.

Her flow ended, but I kept going, increasing my pace and now rubbing her clit with my thumb as the speed of my fingering increased. With my other hand, I undid the poppers of the shirt she was wearing, exposing her breasts to the air.

Lou’s breathing was quickening as my left hand manipulated her nipple and my right hand fucked her, all the while kissing her passionately.

Lou, nearing orgasm, pulled away from my mouth. “Fuck me over that log,” she cried. Never one to turn down an invitation, I pulled her up and pushed her over a tree that had fallen against a second tree. I unzipped and pulled my trousers down, my rock-hard cock jutting out as Lou pulled her skirt up to her waist. I pushed into her from behind; she was sopping wet, a combination of her juices and pee.

Her bare breasts pushed against the rough bark of the tree. “Please, fuck me, please!” she implored me. Holding her waist while Lou had one foot resting on a tree stump, I rammed into her, the breath escaping from her.

Lou was making so much noise that if anyone were nearby, they would hear us; Lou though, was beyond caring. She was now rubbing her pussy as I was railing her. She looked back at me. “Fuck your little slut,” she gasped. “Fuck this dirty slut that you fingered while she pissed. Fuck me, fuck me, FUUCCKK MEEE!” she screamed as she orgasmed. Seconds later, I joined her, pumping my hot jizz into her pussy. We stood panting, me holding onto her as she remained leaning on the fallen tree. I was still firmly inside her. Lou looked at me. “That was amazing, we’ll need to try golden showers again.”

“We need to fuck here again,” I said in reply. My dick popped out of her, covered in our combined juices. I wiped myself down on the first thing available... Lou’s knickers!

“Before I sort myself out, take some pictures of me!” Lou told me. Getting my phone out, I took pictures of Lou leaning over the tree, her bare arse exposed, her breasts pushed against the log, her nipples still hard; cum visibly leaking down her thigh. “I need to clean this cum out of my cunt,” Lou said.

“No, you don’t. We won’t see anyone, it’s starting to get dark, and you know that no one comes here anyway.”

Before smoothing her skirt down, Lou hooked a finger in her cunt and pulled a glob of cum out. “Anyway, where are my knickers?”

This time it was my turn to smile. “I’ll be keeping those for now, and I dare you, in fact I double dare you, not to do your shirt back up, leave your boobs out!” Looking at me, she stuck her tongue out and then offered me her finger, I eagerly sucked it clean.

So that was how Lou wandered back through the forest: baring her breasts, my cum dribbling down her legs. I was interested to see that she did not increase our walking pace. In fact, like she always did when walking through the woods, she would stop occasionally to look at flowers. What was noticeable, though, was that her breathing rate had increased, and her nipples were still hard. Every so often I would take photos of her as she strolled through the trees.

We got to the edge of the forest, where it turns into a farmer’s field. The gate to our back garden was no more than a quarter of a mile away, five minutes at most.

Lou turned to look at me; without saying anything, she shrugged her shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Then she took off her skirt and nonchalantly passed it to me. It was like we were clothes shopping and she was passing me items she wanted to try on. She smiled that devilishly cute smile that she does and then stepped from the tree line into the field.

She walked confidently across the farmer’s field, stopping once to slowly rub her smooth labia, showing me that she was wet. All the time, I took pictures of her adventure in exhibitionism. We continued, entering our garden through the back gate that leads out onto the field. It was almost dark, and our garden lights had by that time come on. Lou was panting; not from the exercise but from the arousal she now felt.

Safely in our garden, she sank to her knees and began to finger herself, quickly bringing herself to orgasm. She kept going, her back arching as she continued; one hand holding her breast as the other rubbed her clit. Then, with a guttural roar, she squirted, clear liquid pulsing out of her like a fountain.

Lou fell forward onto her hands and knees. She was shaking and breathing hard. I slowly crouched down next to her. “That was amazing,” I whispered to her. Lou was still shaking as I helped her to her feet; she looked down and then at me. “I squirted on my boots,” she told me.

I smiled. “It doesn’t matter. They’re good boots; they’ll be fine.”

She noticed my phone in my hand. “Did you get that?” she asked.

“Of course I did,” I grinned as we went back into the house.